Flying Pigs

In response to a query on flying pigs, Wikipedia responds:

"When pigs fly" is an adynaton, a way of saying that something will never happen. The phrase is often used for humorous effect, to scoff at over-ambition. There are numerous variations on the theme; when an individual with a reputation for failure finally succeeds, onlookers may sarcastically claim to see a flying pig. ("Hey look! A flying pig!") [1] Other variations on the phrase include "And pigs will fly," this one in retort to an outlandish statement."

Here at the homestead we are making our own way, figuring out how to carve a life that fits us pretty near. We aren't striving for perfection, but satisfaction-- not success but contentment. Perfection and success do come, in ways that we can interpret ourselves, but they are such subjective goals. To visit our partially finished home, our wild and messy yard, our sunkissed daughters with unkempt hair-- maybe it seems we haven't found a groove. Some days it sure feels that way. That is what homesteading is to us. A mess of projects and inspirations-- a yearning and striving to grow and become, a sense that everyday, anything is possible. Even flying pigs.

Truth is, here- our pigs do fly! And we've sold yet another-- Leo this time. He will also be flying westward, landing, and staying, in Detroit. It doesn't appear that Agnes has fallen in love with Gidion at this time, so our next litter's arrival is a mystery. We will keep you posted. Thanks for the well wishes-- come see us and our flying pigs anytime!

Thanks to Brewer Veterinary Clinic
for snapping this pic and for the shout out!
Hope those of you finding your way here through their link will stay and look around!